Close To Falling

River Dawson was the bad kid. Dirty blond hair that needed a trim, green eyes like summertime grass, and dimples you couldn't help but smile at-he was the definition of trouble.Two years after my parents were killed in front of me, I landed on Frankie's doorstep. He fostered three kids; River, Landon Davis and me.River and I fought a lot the first few years, but hell, River fought a lot with everyone. He would pick on me about something, but then turn around and beat some kid's face in for doing the same. Growing up, River did everything you could think of to get under my skin. But over time, we grew closer. The bullying didn't fully cease, but it became different. I stopped looking at him as though he was an annoying boy I had to share a house with to something else. River and I shared secrets, and no matter how bad everyone thought he was, I knew he was a good person.The worst thing you can do is fall in love with your best friend but that's exactly what I did.Boy, did I fall.This story contains several scenes that some might find triggering, please heed this warning and read responsibly